The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. Die, indeed! We’re going to do work; we’re going to unfold about each other; we’re going to have children. She came back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway. She found her foster father and Mike still awake, playing high stakes UNO at the dimly lit kitchen table. Even so much allusion as this to that family shadow, she felt, was an immense recognition of her ripening years.
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